Page 47 of Forbidden King (Magnolia Falls)

I don’t think there could be a more fitting title.

I pulled the book from the shelf and smiled when I saw what was resting on top of the pages. He’d placed it there so it wouldn’t get damaged, as it was a fluffball dandelion—the kind you made a wish on. I turned my phone screen around so it was facing me and held it up, making my lips look like I was blowing on the flower, and I snapped a selfie.

Very clever book choice.

King

Jesus, Saylor. You can’t send me pics like that when I’m on the jobsite.

My eyes widened at his text, and I opened the photo again and studied it. What was wrong with this photo?

What’s wrong with this pic? I’m blowing on the dandelion.

King

Exactly my point. Those fucking lips. Now close your eyes and make a wish. If I’m going to be suffering in discomfort, at least let it be worth you getting something out of it.

Realization set in. Did it just get hot in here?

This attraction was definitely mutual.

Forbidden King.

It was the reason we’d been avoiding one another, wasn’t it? We just weren’t saying it out loud.

I closed my eyes… and I sure as hell did not see a book signing at my bookstore.

I saw Kingston. Standing over me. Hands on his hips, with me looking up at him from where I had dropped to my knees.

Holy hell.

My eyes sprung open.

I squeezed my thighs together in response and looked down at my phone.

King

Well, what did you see? Was it Ashlan Thomas at your bookstore?

It was not. I guess that title was very fitting for the situation.

There. I said it. He’d admitted it, so I may as well do the same.

King

Damn, Dandelion. Good to know. See you at the opening.

That was evil.

King

You have no idea.

I’d forced myself to focus for the next three days until the grand opening. Kingston and I hadn’t texted again, and I’d tried hard to keep my focus on work.

I was busy, after all.

Fantasizing about my brother’s best friend was a complete waste of time.

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